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I believe in the after life. Here are a couple of my stories...
In 2000 I lost everything in a fire, including 2 of my cats. I moved to Vegas and ended up moving back to Pennsylvania in April 2002 in the same complex that I experienced the fire in. A few months ago my b/f, Doug, was trying to corral my kitty, Star, since she had stiches and had to be watched. Star is a medium haired sable Burmiese. I was laying in bed and saw her tear across the bedroom doorway and I started laughing. Just then my b/f walks into the room with Star in his arms and asked what I was laughing about. Drew was also a sable hair Burmiese that was lost in the fire. Previously Doug had told me that he had seen a cat in the apartment and described exactly the same cat that I had seen that night. Every once in a while I feel something rubbing against my leg. Did Drew find me? I believe so.
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When I was much younger I went with my Aunt to her friends house which I had heard ghost stories about. A man had committed suidice there. They had begun home improvement on the home and their stories had begun to grow. Anyway, her grandson and I wanted to go to the barn and Anita said that's fine just make sure you turn off the lights. She was very adament about that. When we left the barn I made sure the lights were off and looked at the barn to make sure there was no light coming from there. It was dark and I didn't see any lights left on. Anita was on her porch and started admonishing us for leaving the lights on. I turned around and sure enough that barn was all lit up. I started to plead my case in that I turned everything off and she started laughing saying that her ghost must have liked me.
She then took me up to what was then her grandson's bedroom and showed me the panneling on the wall that would never lie flat. It bubbled out on the bottom but the wierd thing here is that it would still fit properly from ceiling to floor. It had just been replaced but it would always warp in the same manner. The next day, I was in the basement and there was an old refrigerator. The kind that you had to lift the handle and pull the door open. Remember those? I was sitting there with a woman from Italy who didn't speak a stitch of English when the handle lifted up and the door opened. She started talking rapidly and I swear she was doing some sort of praying... lol. I enjoyed the hell out of that place. That night I was out back a few feet away from the side door and my sister came out asking me if I had seen the man that was standing at the screendoor. She described the man who had commited suicide. I never saw anything and was sitting right there. I believe it was the same spirit that kept tapping me on the shoulder at dinner.
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The night my father died...
When my father would come home from work the family dog, Gypy, would run circles around his feet in excitement upon his return. You would hear her nails grabbing the carpet as she ran. She would sit at the door waiting for all of us to return from school. At bedtime gypy would wait for everyone to be in bed and then would go into my parents room and sleep under their bed. The night my dad died I left my room and crawled into bed with my mother. I felt something somewhat eerie but warm and then Gypy started to run around in circles downstairs in the livingroom. We were all in bed and I said "Mom, hear that?" She acknoweleged that she did and I could actually feel something coming up the stairs and I heard Gypy following. Just at about the time I felt my father was looking over at us, my mother put her arm around me in a comforting manner and Gypy went under the bed.
That was the last time the dog slept under my parents bed. She would sit at the front door waiting for my dad's return. Occassionaly I would hear Gypy running in circles like the night my dad died. Infact, that is where the dog died... by the front door.
That's just a few of my experiences. I've had many.
Have a great day!
Twilite
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